Pain.
It was the first thing he felt as consciousness returned. A dull, aching pain that radiated through his small body, layered with exhaustion and hunger. His mind was slow, as though wading through murky waters—until the memories hit.
The Void. The God. The Wishes.
Then, something else. A rush of fragmented memories—not his own. A cupboard. Cold nights. Harsh words. The sting of a slap.
And a name.
Harry Potter.
His eyes snapped open.
The ceiling above him was cracked and stained, the dim light of a bare bulb flickering. The air smelled of dust, old wood, and something faintly musty. He tried to move and winced—his body was weak, malnourished.
And then came the realization.
He was Harry Potter.
A deep breath, steadying himself. He focused inward, reaching for the Library. A flood of information filled his mind, not overwhelming but perfectly structured. His very existence had been analyzed and compiled into a book within his mind.
[Name: Harry James Potter]Age: 7Bloodline: Potter (Paternal), Evans (Maternal)Status: Malnourished, Magical Core RestrictedAbilities:
Immunity to Control – No spell, charm, or entity can bend his will.
Library of Arcane Truths – Reveals the truth of magic, objects, and beings upon sight or touch.
Phoenix Force – An unbound cosmic power of life, death, and rebirth. Suppressed due to weak physical state.
He exhaled slowly. His magic—his true power—was dormant for now. His body was too weak to handle it. But that was temporary.
His mind, however, was untouched.
With a mere thought, his Library compiled a book on his surroundings.
[Object: Small Cupboard Under the Stairs]
A confined space used for storage.
Previously used to store cleaning supplies.
Currently inhabited by one (1) child, Harry Potter.
Contains trace amounts of mold, dust, and weakened wood.
Lacks ventilation. Prolonged exposure will cause respiratory issues.
His lips curled into something that wasn't quite a smile. This was worse than he expected.
And yet, he felt no fear. No anger.
Just certainty.
He would not be broken here.
He would rise.
And the world wouldn't be ready for what he would become.